This week I have spoken slower, and felt more energy as a result.
I wonder if this is something I will sustain.
My stomach has stirred with energy and I am fortunate for that.
I do not feel that typing to this blog is something I need to do.
I was found something I have sought.
Over two or three days my sleep has been poor on my watch due to the duration.
Of more importance, though, is how little I look after the child inside of me.
Looking after that child does not mean that I give him all he wants. It does not mean that I protect him from all the stark realities of the world. In fact, he is stronger than I think.
There is some weariness and tiredness in my bones. Whether I am 'protecting myself' or otherwise is a consideration.
I do not read or write as much as I did. I use Reddit as my imaginative distraction.
My tasks are much more doable this week, with much less things that I absolutely 'need to do'. Part of me wants to more often consider the tasks that I really want to do.
Hello all,
I feel great these days. My weight is consistently below 70kg, and my fitness age has dropped six years.
As a result, the world around me seems a more achievable place. I am doing well. I am living well. I am feeling well.
There is no overarching ambition.
At work I am organising whole cohort teaching sessions. I manage people around me in both directions.
I aim to not do 'too much'.
I feel that a small life in a small town will suit me fine.
There is something stabilising about a voice in a book.
